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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
AZ,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.