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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.