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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.