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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.