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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.