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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Cameo,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Index,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.