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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.