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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.