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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.