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 India and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Move,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.