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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.