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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Nico,
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.