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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.