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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.