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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
X-101,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.