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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.