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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.