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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Urselle,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.