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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.