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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.