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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.