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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.