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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.