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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.