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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.