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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.