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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.