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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.