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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.