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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.