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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.