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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.