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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Visage,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.