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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.