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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.