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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Can,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.