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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.