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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.