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 Comoros and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.