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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Wire,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.