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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
X-101,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.