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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.