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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.