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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.