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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.