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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.