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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.