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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Shoche,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.