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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.