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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.