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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.