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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Scion to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.