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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Interpol,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.