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 Angola and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
JFA,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.