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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.