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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.