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 Greece 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Franke,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.