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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.