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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.