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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.