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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.