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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.