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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Organ,
DNA,
Lalann,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.