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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.