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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.