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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
June of 44,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.