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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.