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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
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.