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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.