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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
CMW,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.