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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.