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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.