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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.