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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.