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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.