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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Index,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.