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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
10cc,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.