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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.