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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.