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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.