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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.