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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.