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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.