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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.