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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
UT,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.