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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Excepter to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.