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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.