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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.