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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.