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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.