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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.