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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.