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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.