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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.