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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.