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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.