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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Index,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.