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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.