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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.