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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.