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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.