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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.