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 Oman 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.