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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.