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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.