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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.