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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.