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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.