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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.