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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.