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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.