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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.