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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.