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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.