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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.