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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Interpol,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.