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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.