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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.