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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Mars,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
June Days,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.