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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.