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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
10cc,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.