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 Japan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
CMW,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.