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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.