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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.