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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.