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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.