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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.