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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.