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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.