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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.