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 Greece 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
X-101,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.