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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.