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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Can,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.