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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.