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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Busters to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.