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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.