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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Smog,
Mars,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.