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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Television,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.