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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.