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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.