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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.