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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.