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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Franke,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.