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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Wings,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.