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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.