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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.