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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.