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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.