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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.