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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.