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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.