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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Gong,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.