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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.