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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Visage,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.