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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.