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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.