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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.