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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.