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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.