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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.