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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.