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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.