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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.