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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.