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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.