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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.