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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
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.