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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.