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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.