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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.