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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.