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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.