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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Names,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.