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 Italy 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
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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.