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 Sweden 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.