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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.