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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.