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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.