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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.