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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.