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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Can,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.