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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.