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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.