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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.