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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.