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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Magma,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.