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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.