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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
cv313,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Index,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.