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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.