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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.