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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.