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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.