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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
CMW,
Whodini,
Sparks,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.