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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.