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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.