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 Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.