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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.