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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
UT,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.