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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.