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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Television,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.