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 Monaco and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.