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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.