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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.