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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.