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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.