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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.