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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.