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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.