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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Neu!,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.