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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.