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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Index,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.