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 Romania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.