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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.