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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Television,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.