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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.