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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.