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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Happenings to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.