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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.