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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Main Source,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.