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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
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.