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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.