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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.