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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Sparks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.