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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.