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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.