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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.