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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.