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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.