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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.