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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.