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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Can,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.