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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.