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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Pole,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.