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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Ultravox,
JFA,
the Association,
Hardrive,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
June Days,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.