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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.