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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.