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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Wings,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.