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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 MDC to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.