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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.