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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.