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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.