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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.