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 Venezuela 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
New Order,
Technova,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.