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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.