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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.