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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.