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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.