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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.