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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.