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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.