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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.