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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.