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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.