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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Wake,
X-101,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.