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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.