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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.