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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.