Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.