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 China and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.