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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Magma,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.