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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.