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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.