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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.