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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.