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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.