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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.