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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.