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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.