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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.