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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.