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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.