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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.