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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.