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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.