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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.