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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Can,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.