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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.