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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.