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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.