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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.