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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Pole,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.