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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.