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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Josef K,
CMW,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.