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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.