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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.