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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.