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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Wire,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.