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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.