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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.