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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.