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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Technova,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.