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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.