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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Television,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Faust,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.