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 the UAE and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.