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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.