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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.