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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.