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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.