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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.