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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Magazine,
AZ,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.