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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.