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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.