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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.