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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.