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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.