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-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.