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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.