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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.