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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.