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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.