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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.