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 United States and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.