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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.