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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.