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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Organ,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.