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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.