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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.