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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.