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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.