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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.