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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.