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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.