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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.