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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Whodini,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.