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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.