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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.