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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Remains,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.