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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.