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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.