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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.