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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
New Order,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.