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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.