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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.