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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.