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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.