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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.