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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.