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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.