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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.