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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.