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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.