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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.