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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.