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 States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.