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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.