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 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Can,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.