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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.