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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.