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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.