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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.