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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.