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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.