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 Malawi and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.