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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.