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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.