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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.