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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.