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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.