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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.