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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.