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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.