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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.