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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.