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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.