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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.