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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.