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 Italy and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.