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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.