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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.