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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Swans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.