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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.