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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Fear,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.