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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.