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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.