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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.