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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.