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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.