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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.