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 Burkina and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Echospace,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.