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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.