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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.