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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
X-101,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.