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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
the Normal,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.