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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.