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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
The Names,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.