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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.