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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.