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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.