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 Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.