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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.