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 Benin and from Milan.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.