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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.