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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.