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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.