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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
New Order,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.