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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.