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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.