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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.