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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.