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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 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 Black Moon 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.