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 France and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.