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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Moebius,
X-101,
Wings,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.