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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.