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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.