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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.