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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Names,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.