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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.