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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.