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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.