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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.