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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Human League 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.