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 Mali 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.