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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Roxette,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.