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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Motions 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
X-102,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.