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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.