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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.