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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.