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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.