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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Can,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.