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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.