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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
AZ,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.