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 Ireland and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.