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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.