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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Shoche,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.