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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.