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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Busters,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.