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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.