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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.