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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.