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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.