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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.