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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.