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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.