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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.