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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.