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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.