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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.