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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.