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 India and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.