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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.