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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.