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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Television Personalities,
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.