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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.