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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Japan,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.