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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.