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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.