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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.