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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.