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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Smog,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.