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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.