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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.