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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.