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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the rap 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.