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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Neu!,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.