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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.