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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron 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 Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.