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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.