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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.