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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.