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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.