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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.