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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.