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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.