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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.