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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.