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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 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 Lyon 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 organ 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
MDC,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.