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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
the Germs,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.