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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.