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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.