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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.