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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.