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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Scion,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Monks,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.