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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.