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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.