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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.