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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.