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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.