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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
a-ha,
Visage,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.