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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.