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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.