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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
UT,
Josef K,
The Gories,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.