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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.