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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.