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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.