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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.