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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.