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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.