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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.