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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.