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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Index,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.