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 France and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.