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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.