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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Scion,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.