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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.