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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.