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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.