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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
New Order,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Index,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Section 25,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.