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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Technova,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.