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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.