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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
X-102,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.