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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Technova 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Cymande,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.