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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Chrome,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.