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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.