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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.