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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.