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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Monks,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.