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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Magma to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Gories,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.