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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.