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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Symarip,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.