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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.