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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.