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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
cv313,
Q65,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Ituana,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.